Wild Cowboys and you know thisLookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad manChest bucked out with your head wide openHopin to spot a chip in this frameI lived and died by the burnin flameOf the ok Corral Cowboy styleFrom the Quarters on down to Colorado'sBig niggaz from uptown ridin into Tahoe'sSaloon settin kids is walkin roundDrinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglassesLookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passesThere's women in garter belts and ciggarettesAnd on the side there's the price gameNiggaz is playin the price gameIndian Red, was bangin niggaz in the headWith his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floorThey side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddarThat tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drumsCause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, uhhWalk in the New York terrorityOn the back of a tree, there's a picture of meIt says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustlerWanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finerMarshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get meMarshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet meI gather alla y'all, all of my trusted menAll of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggersThere's distrubin news on the wireThat my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hireI ain't goin down over no money exchangeYou late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?

In this land of wildnessYo you better pack your vestIn the streets there's nothin but crimeSo you best to watch your behind...

Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swingBar's gettin money people doin they thingThere's strictly Boss Players with this kid named MinnesotaAs women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill upAnd add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblersHalf-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild CowboysYou never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouseThe bigger the stick, the bigger the fireI never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like thatLay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad manWho on the rise, the D's to ManhattanLet's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule racesOh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin thisWomen sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on itTen steps taken as I hit the blam factorHis dick to act up, was death the benefactorLeave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the MenaceI'm in this to win this on the great wide trailI'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever bePlus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit againI'm responsible for that body in the alleyI'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spursAnd hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girlsLet's get right as the story unfurlsPiano man keep playin, keep them keys banginSingle man get three graves there's gonna be a hanginNow this right here ain't for the youth to seeA grown man assed out swingin from a tree

In this land of wildnessYo you better pack your vestIn the streets there's nothin but crimeSo you best to watch your behind

Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projectsHad all the work locked down, so he thoughtBut he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slipStripped of his game and got his self murderedThoughts of him are passin like the buffaloGot his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new AcuraNiggaz said it was lightning blaow blew out the back mirrorHah, youknowhati'msayin? Dig, check it out

They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sunA little tale from Sadat X of how the world was wonCheck it out, remember thisGun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidentsIs found tied with no explanation of how they diedYo the great Sadat X, the High Plains DrifterNo question

In this land of wildnessYo you better pack a vestIn the streets there's nothin but crimeSo you best to watch your behind(repeat to fade